I was struck by their presence in the landscape. I immediately thought angels, simple in form, looming, powerful and graceful. I was gazing upon a wind farm with turbines, in large numbers, like regimental soldiers, though somewhat out of step. Harvesting the wind. Harmoniously engaging the powerful attributes of the ephemeral environment. Their presence is a hopeful sign that a balance is being sought. As they move, adjusting to the changing wind patterns I liken their moans to monks in a monastery reciting mantras, not quite as melodic or rhythmic and again, somewhat out of step, a meditation, of sorts.